Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2011 14:05:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Expedition to Mesopotamia 13

Expedition to Mesopotamia 13

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

After the Equinox Festival, things seemed quiet and ordinary at the
expedition.  I immersed myself into the task of translation and
decipherment. There was a backlog, but I enjoyed the work and it was
relaxing. Most of the tablets were financial accounts and records, so that
was of little interest to me; I did encounter the temple records that
included the personal letters of a High Priest, referred to as the Beloved.

This would have been cryptic to anyone but me. He not only listed the
offerings he received, he commented on the quality of the gift. "Abnet, the
archer made an offering and touched my soul," the priest reported. "He made
two more offerings and penetrated deeper into my essence and communed with
the creator. The creator took his offering and was pleased."

Perhaps, they were talking about agricultural produce, but I had my
doubts. I found two new words that I translated as seed-offering and
joy-offerings. I assumed these were with and without sperm.

I found a calendar of ceremonies and events. Of course the equinoxes were
important, but there weekly and monthly events. The king was to make an
offering once a week but he could send surrogates.  The priest seemed to
have a clear preference for masculine men. Bull-like men, bear-like and
lion-like were all descriptions the priest used to describe the surrogates.

The priest paid the ultimate compliment to shepherd the Priest called
Enkidu's Loin-fruit. The Shepherd was a fountain of offerings that never
ran dry. He could make offerings six times a day and penetrate to the
Priests essence every time. The god never tired of eating the shepherd's
offerings.

While my translating was going well, the Nazis returned. The camp had been
pleasant when they were away. Two days later a security detail arrived from
the German Attaché in the capital. A Colonel Schultz commanded a half-dozen
soldiers.  The German foreign office must have noticed British security
hadn't been successful in protecting the expedition.

I assumed this wasn't good for me, but it could have been worse. Schultz
was in the regular army as were his men. They weren't Nazis. This was to my
advantage.

The Nazis were barbarians; Hans Schultz had the traditional German
admiration for rank and education. Herr Professor Otto Hertz was a most
important man to Schultz as was the Ritter von MacDougal, the grandson of
the noble von Herrinburg family. Nazi's were new men; Schultz trusted more
traditional indicators of rank.

Otto realized this before I did.  He was very careful to give the use the
title Oberst Schultz when addressing the officer. He was in fact a major,
with a temporary title to give him status when on foreign soil. Guttman
always referred to him as a major. I, of course, followed Otto's lead.

Schultz was perhaps not the brightest officer in the Wehrmacht, but he had
some common sense. He was detailed to embassy protection, and while he was
not assigned to Paris or London, politeness was important. He asked either
Otto or me about the proper ranks of the Arab dignitaries and was worried
about the expectations for politeness.

The sheik stopped killing off Nazis at this time.  I am not sure if this
was because of Schulz's arrival, of if the Sheik already had simply killed
off the ones he disliked. It looked good on the officer's record.

Fortune shined his face upon us again. Schultz was interested in
archaeology, and loved the site. He knew nothing about it but had been to
the museums in Berlin and loved the antiquities. He came to regard
protecting the antiquities as his primary duty, rather than saving the
Nazi's asses.

We found a cache of jewelry. It was mostly lapis lazuli and garnet beads
with some gold embellishments. Schultz's father was a jeweler and
apparently a good one. He had been the Court Jeweler to the Grand Dukes of
Hessen.  Schultz was helpful in excavating the objects, as well as
reconstructing them. Otto was generous in his praise for his work and sent
a letter to the consulate praising the officer.

Rolf discovered Schultz shared other interests with us. Rolf moved in
unusual and unorthodox circles in Berlin. He was a very masculine and manly
homosexual man. As such, there were some men who could associate with him
without suspicion. He found out that Schultz was a close associate with the
General who commanded the diplomatic protection units. These units were
often made up of soldiers who would be safer if they were out of the
country in the current political conditions.

Homosexuality was the "cause" of the destruction of the SA in the Night of
the Long Knives. The commanding General of the diplomatic guards had a good
nose for trouble, and by getting Schultz out of the country, he both saved
Schultz and protected himself from possible exposure. Schultz and the
General were able to select like spirited men for his command.

Schultz was a rather ordinary looking man, tall and on the edge of being
overweight.  He did look impressive in a uniform. In civilian clothes you
could see he had gone somewhat to pot. Rolf discovered that Schultz was
impressive naked if you were a homosexual size queen.  I am quite convinced
all homosexual men are size queens when they encounter an oversized organ.

I do not think of myself as a size queen, but others might mistake me for
one.

I had mild curiosity about Schultz's private parts, but a telegram
interrupted my thoughts. Angus, my brother was to be in Alexandria and he
wanted to see me. He said he had some family business to discuss.  Angus
suggested I fly from Baghdad to Alexandria.  I had never been on a plane,
but my brother was only going to be in the Egyptian city for ten days, and
every other form of travel would take ten day to get there, not to mention
get back.

Unexpectedly Colonel Shultz was to be my traveling companion. He was to
deliver some dispatches to the German Consulate. I wondered if he was
assigned to spy on me.  It certainly seemed odd for him to need to be in
Alexandria the same time I was to be there.

We left by car the next morning, and got to Baghdad that evening. The plan
was to leave late that night, but a dust storm made that impossible. We
spent the night in the Royal Babylon Hotel.  The Babylon was quite modern
and up to date. Schultz was rather good company.

He was unfailingly courteous and helpful.  He was also a good source of
gossip about the Diplomatic service. The Foreign Office was the traditional
preserve of aristocrats and up and coming middle class men. Usually the
aristocrats were the front men; the middle class men did the actual
work. This was a most satisfactory arrangement for both.  Everyone was
polite and courteous.

The Nazi's had thrown a monkey wrench into this arrangement. The new men
weren't aristocrats and some weren't even gentlemen. They were also not
capable of being pleasant to their underlings. There was unhappiness
everywhere. Carefully developed relationships between the German's and
their foreign counterparts were destroyed.  The Nazi's were unaware there
were any relationships at all. Years of work vanished at the hands of the
crude Nazi "diplomats."

We had a very good dinner in the Royal Babylonia's dining room and went to
bed slightly tipsy. Because of the dust storm, the windows were closed and
the room was very stuffy. The room had several fans, and Schulz called the
main desk to get additional fans. He was traveling with an English Milord,
and he pulled rank to get another fan. The porter recommended we shower to
cool off. I try to avoid causing a fuss, but the new fan was both large and
oscillating. It was a wonder.

I stripped to take a shower. I hadn't realized how casual about nudity I
had become. Schultz seemed shocked.

`Come join me in the shower," I said.  "We are all men here!" The shock
turned to pleasure. I went to the bath and got the water going. I was under
the water when he joined me. It was a small, tiled, walk-in shower and
there was barely room for the two of us.

"I will take a shower later," he said.

"Don't worry Oberst Schultz.  It may be small but it is cool," I said. He
joined me.  Rolf told me he had an oversized organ.  It wasn't a thing of
beauty, but it was huge. It was a slightly lumpy white snake with a big
lump indicating the location of his cock head.  He had some extra foreskin
too.

I dropped the soap and bushed against the organ as I bent over to retrieve
it.  He moaned a little. I got a better look at his cock. "Colonel Schultz,
I think one part of you belongs to a Field-Marshal!  It is magnificent," I
said.

Complimenting a man on the size of his genitals is always well
received. Schultz blushed and muttered a thank you. Of course, the
attention had an effect on his cock; it began to firm up. Because of the
tight space, we brushed against each other several times. I peeled my
foreskin back to clean my cock head. He did the same and exposed his knob,
which was a delicate shade of lavender.

When we got out of the shower Shultz was semi- erect and I was hard. He
would have been embarrassed, but I was casual about the state of my
organ. We went to the bed and let the fans work their magic. It was almost
cool. Schultz was shy but could hardly keep his eyes off my cock. I turned
off the light. Only the moonlight illuminated the room

"My dear Schulz, if I had a cock as big as yours, I would be tempted to
play with it all the time," I said. "It must be like a volcano erupting
when you climax."

"I admit it is good," he said. "It is hard to find people who can take it.
I am afraid it is more decorative than useful sometimes."

"You have not met the right person," I said as a reached over and stroked
his cock. He moaned again. I rotated on the bed so my mouth was at his
cock. A second later, he swallowed my entire organ.

Schultz's organ was no thicker hard than soft; however, it was longer, much
longer. I couldn't take much more than his head and a few inches of shaft
into my mouth, but this head was sensitive, and that was enough. He worked
on my cock, balls and eventually ass hole.

He no problem swallowing my cock, but he also had a long tongue and he used
it to probe my ass. I knew what he wanted. He knew I was willing.

"You have a beautiful ass," he said. "Sometimes my men friends cry when I
enter them. It is sad after wards. The asshole is all puffy and red; my man
seed sometimes leaks out."

"Do you lick it up to keep things neat?" I asked.

"You would let me do that?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied, "It's your seed even if I have kept it warm." A few
minutes later, he was working his cock into my ass. Schulz wasn't
particularly attractive to me, but I was curious about his cock. I had no
idea what his sexual interests were, other than that, he was willing to
fuck a member of the English aristocracy. He too was curious.

Once and a while, sex between indifferent men without any expectations can
be good.  I think Shultz and I were both shocked at how good it was. He had
some oil that was a good lubricant and he nuzzled his cock on my hole and
pushed gently. He added lubricant and used his bloated cock head to push it
in my ass. Suddenly my sphincter gave way and his knob was in me.  He
seemed to relax once he had a part on his cock in my ass; he was in no rush
to get the rest in. I had the odd sense that Schultz wasn't fucking me; he
was exploring my ass using his cock as a probe.

It was obvious that wasn't his first time.  He knew exactly where my
prostate resided and rubbed his knob against it. I thought he was doing a
rather casual exploration, but it was so casual and pleasant, I was
surprised when I realized he was in to the hilt and I was royally
fucked. As he continued his slow exploration, the sensations began to
build, and get increasingly intense.

His cock sometimes seemed to be all head and no shaft. Other times the
shaft was the primary actor, driving his cock head deeper into me. He
pulled out several times to cool off, but each time he and I soon felt the
need to reconnect. Each time he re-entered, it was easier and more mutually
satisfying. After my experience with the Equinox festivals, I had a full
understanding of every possible way I could be fucked. Schultz wasn't
imaginative, but he learned quickly.

The only real breaks in the action were when I shot off.  Schultz needed to
suck and lick up every drop of my man seed. He repeatedly climaxed deep in
my ass. He left his cock in my ass afterwards and lost his erection.  He
cock was so large, he felt good even soft.

I squeezed my ass to milk the last drops of his orgasm from his cock.
Schultz loved this. Apparently, this was new to him.  His partners were
usually too exhausted to respond.  Many fell asleep. My Equinox experience
gave me more stamina than most men did. We also showered a few times to get
refreshed and recharged.

Early the next morning the sun flooded through the windows.  The dust storm
was over. We dressed quickly and took a cab to the aerodrome. A score of
men were dusting off the plane and were removing the canvas that had kept
the sand out of the engines. The plane ride was uneventful and by 3:00, we
were in Alexandria.

We went to the Hotel Metropolis and I found a message from Angus saying he
would be a day late, arriving the next morning. Schultz went off to the
German Consulate, but returned after delivering his messages. I had spent
the previous night in wild sexual congress with a potential German spy, so
of course I was uneasy. It didn't occur to me that Schultz had spent the
previous night with a real British spy.  That night we had dinner in a fine
restaurant and then went on a walk along the waterfront promenade. Schultz
was nervous.

"I have heard your mother is a most liberal and generous woman," he
said. "She is kind, I am told?"

"She wouldn't like to have that said of her. She in indeed kind and
generous, but she is modest and feels she is merely doing what is right," I
said.

"I have a delicate problem," Schultz said. "It requires the greatest
discretion.  Can I trust you to say nothing of this to anyone?"

"I never discuss private confidences."

"You know my family is jewelers. We have been such for well over a
century," he explained. "My brother Hendrick inherited the business from my
father.  He is a fine man, a master of design and craftsmanship.  His wife
is Margot Goldberg. They have three children, all of whom are dear to
me. The Goldbergs converted to Christianity fifty years ago, but in the
current situation, that may not be enough."

"My brother thinks it might be best if the children were to be educated in
England.  You understand that is difficult in these times.  They need a
sponsor," he explained.

"You would like my mother to sponsor them?"

He nodded.  "She is a noblewoman. I have heard she is much admired,"
Schultz said. "I am frightened for my nieces and nephews. I see nothing but
darkness ahead." I looked at Schultz. There were tears in his eyes. His
voice was quivering.

"You know I was sent here to spy on you?" he added. "Guttman thinks you may
be an English agent. You must be very careful."

"I am the least likely man to be a spy in the world!" I protested.

Schultz laughed. "You know that and I know that, but the Nazi's are a
suspicious group. They see spies everywhere. They even think your brother
is a spy!"

"Oh really?  Angus is more likely to spy on a Rugby ball, or a fox being
chased by hounds," I said. "I do hope your German secret services are more
on the ball than to suspect Angus! After the last war, perhaps I should
hope they waste their time on Angus and me! That would be good for the real
spies."

"You mean the British Empire has spies?" Schultz said in mock horror. "That
cannot be!"  We laughed.

"On the other matter, I will write my mother about it," I said lowering my
voice. "I can't guarantee she can help, but I will ask."

"That is all I can hope for," Schultz replied. "My brother's children are
angels."

We returned to the hotel for another night of wild sex. "I have a
confession to make," he said once we were in the room. "I ran into an old
friend at the Consulate. I asked him to join me tonight. I didn't realize
we would be together again. Would you be offended if I suggested a
threesome?"

I pretended to be uneasy, but I agreed to the threesome. The man was
waiting in the lobby. Schultz went to get him and retuned with a Nordic god
named Wotan Babbleburg. Wotan looked like a god, but had the mannerisms of
a goddess. I had never seen a greater disparity between a man's appearance
and his personality.

Wotan was the illegitimate son of a most important man and was nothing if
not a good sport and willing to do anything. He was the protocol officer
for the consulate so he was polite. Wotan knew of Schultz, and had heard of
his organ, but had never met him.  Wotan was interested, but uneasy. When
he finally saw it he was more uneasy but excited too.

Schultz and I put on a little demonstration. Schultz lubricated his
monster, but he caught me off guard.  I remembered it was good, but hadn't
remembered just how good it had been. Looking back, I think my ass must
have become accustomed to his cock and it was much better this time. I went
to the moon with each thrust.

While being watched doesn't bother me, it doesn't excite me
either. Watching excited Wotan greatly. He wasn't a passive watcher. He
liked to be close to the action. If possible, he liked to be no more than a
tongue's length from Schultz's cock. I could easily understand getting
excited by the huge organ, but Wotan was equally interested in my cock,
balls and asshole.

I was on my back as Schultz eased his cock into me slowly and deliberately
Wotan fed me his cock as he sucked my organ. This gave him a front row seat
to watch. When Schultz pulled out for a new thrust, Wotan sucked the cock
head as it emerged and then tongued my hole. I tasted Wotan's excitement as
his tongue explored my well-used opening.

Wotan got up a few times and slipped his own organ into my hole when
Schultz was cooling off. He was well endowed, but not in Schultz's weight
class. It was enjoyable. The first time he did that, he shot off almost
immediately. Schultz liked that since it eased his next penetration.

Schultz's organ demanded my all but full attention, so Wotan was alike an
appetizer or garnish in a fine dinner. He was interesting and enjoyable,
but the main attraction received most of my attention.

Schultz took a break to let me regroup and turned his attention to
Wotan. Schultz was a dominant top, and while Wotan had amused him, Schultz
wanted Wotan spread-eagled on his back with his ass stretched to his
limit. I think Wotan was uneasy about that, but Schultz was aggressive.

Wotan was an effeminate man who would complain and whine about things, but
not resist. His hole was small and tight and didn't show much sign of
use. A man as big as Schultz didn't need a willing man to be his
partner. He could power his way into Wotan's hole.

Schultz had been the perfect gentleman with me. While he could be forceful,
he was never rough. I knew Schultz was no virgin, and he seemed to have a
sense about what men wanted. Wotan whined he wasn't ready and Schultz's
cock was too big, but that had no impact on my friend's plans. Schultz
wanted to fuck Wotan's ass, period.

Schultz did like a lot of lubricant, I held Wotan's legs wide and open and
Schultz lubricated the unwilling hole. Schultz nuzzled his knob against
Wotan's hole and made a single, very hard thrust. It was almost magic. The
huge organ vanished in a second. Schultz's pubic hair touched Wotan's ass
ring and Wotan's eyes rolled into his head.

Wotan's body twitched and he shivered. I think he would have cried out, but
he was too winded to do that. For a few minutes, Schultz left his cock in
the ass as Wotan got a grip on his emotions. I fed him my cock and fondled
his genitals. Wotan had lost his erection. When they began to firm up
again, Schultz began to pump slowly.

Schultz had a great capacity for sex; he didn't seem to get tired. While I
had fully experienced the huge cock, I had never watched it in action. It
seemed impossible the massive organ would fit.  Wotan was a most handsome
man, and now was clearly stretched and filled to his limit. He was sweating
and shivering as the cock probed deeply into his body. Wotan whined and
complained, but he was fully erect again and it was hard to take the
complaints seriously.

He made Wotan get on his hands and knees so I could mount him. As soon as I
was in Wotan, Schultz mounted me and I went to the moon again. Later on, we
did the same thing with me on the bottom and Wotan in my hole. Wotan shot
off as Schultz rammed him.

Wotan had to return to the Consulate, but he left a happy man. He told me
he wanted to be ravaged. He liked to be abused and used.